Faith

I’m down on my hands and scraping my knees.

I’ve made a mistake.

I’m praying to God and hoping that it’s not too late.

It would be great if He said something,

Anything at all.

Each time that I fall, I break.

Please, oh God.

I’m losing my faith.

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

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Gnashing Teeth, Dancing Feet

Gnashing teeth, dancing feet,

And beauties all in a row.

Whispered jabs and practiced hands

Lead you away from what you know.

Red lace, tear stains,

And wine spills on the carpet.

Twisting lies and open thighs

Fan your better judgement.

Smiling faces, crumpled sheets,

And hands roaming each other’s bodies.

Heavenly sighs and mischievous eyes

Lure you to your demise.

Messy hair, abused lips,

And satisfaction is still wanted.

Tarnished innocence  and warped souls

Are all that are left behind.

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

All rights reserved.  This post or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.